Ive got to break out
Enjoy the simple things in life
If I can find them anymore
An infectious groove that I wish I wrote
A lyric that makes me me laugh and cry
Are the gifted cursed?
Allow the emotions to spill over. Its ok.
Shift my chair for a different view
Still I see the tattered truth
Inspiration source is limited from pavement to porch.
From chemical fields to metalic skies.
Rewritten truth is the new lie.
And there I go again
I wish that tree never grew.